Until Next Time

Dear Friends,

        I hope this notice finds you in good health for I could not forgive myself if what I am about to announce causes a sudden cardiac-related event that leads to your instantaneous death/misfortune. I'll just cut to the chase: this is my formal announcement of withdrawal from Mount Holyoke. 

        After considerably ponderous thought and consideration, I have decided that doing so would only be in my favor.  I could lay out the entire situation right here but for the sake of privacy and a boring explanation, I will refrain from doing so. But in an attempt to explain myself, I will simply say that Mount Holyoke was just not a good fit for me. What has ultimately compelled me to leave is a combination of reasons that include financial, academic, and personal issues. However, I intend to enroll in an architecture program in the fall that will allow me to matriculate with a professional degree rather than this flimsy architectural studies nonsense. So I'm basically just taking the rest of the semester off.

        Vous me manquez! While I am terrible at goodbyes and don't believe in a permanent farewell, I will regret not getting the chance to properly part with everyone. Although I am gone, I would like to thank everyone who has been a friend to me during my time at Mount Holyoke. You've made my time here a lot more enjoyable and for that, I thank you. A huge shout out to MHC Crew: this team is easily my most favorite part of Mount Holyoke despite the 5AM mornings.

        The blog will continue on as I fully intend to resume my studies at a different school. My college experiences have not ended and my leaving Mount Holyoke is just the end of a chapter in the expectedly never-ending tome of the story of my life. 

I wish you all the best in all your future endeavors and hope that you never keep yourself from happiness.

Cheers,
J

P.S. Please feel free to ask me any questions you may have but know that as I write this, I can count the number of people who truly know about my departure on a single hand. 

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Hello, internet world! This is Julia reporting to you live from (what was) South Hadley on the incoming Snowpocalypse that will freeze us alive in a massive iceberg. A million years from now, archeologists will discover us staring blankly into our screens and will be deeply impressed by our Pocket Planes. Models will be frozen mid-stride on the runway (it's NYFW) and Leandra Medine will be preserved Instagramming said models.

Well, Moho is smack in the middle of the "ZOMG ITS THE END OF THE WORLD" zone for Señor Nemo so this may be the last time you hear from me. But I'm okay, Mom. Don't freak out. Speaking of parents, I have a vivid memory of Dad throwing a snowball at my face when I was a wee child. I just schlumped over in my snowman suit and cried. (Thanks, Dad)

In other news, the college is closed tomorrow which I found out via Facebook, by the way. Are we not important enough to even get a decent email, Mount Holyoke? Wait just kidding, there was an email. It just didn't have a very demanding subject line so it was left unattended with 300 other emails (362, to be exact). In plain English: There is nothing to do for three days and I will be stranded in my nest of yarn and comfort. I'll probably end up online shopping for the entire 72 hours.

Au revoir, mes amies! Stay warm and don't get out of bed unless, well, there really is no good reason to get out of bed.